Hand Holding Sword Novels & Stories

I felt it when he called my eyes the most beautiful in the world. Kissed them like they were his salvation. But they were never really mine. He loved me, yes… But he loved her first. And I was just holding on to what she left behind... Now she's back and demand what's her. What will be left of me if she takes everything?

"Does riding a horse feel good?" The saddle jolted beneath us as the horse trotted along. I steadied myself by holding the slender waist of my friend's alluring wife. Her skirt fluttered constantly in the wind. My friend was in a nearby house, completely absorbed in a card game—while right in front of him, I was out riding a horse with his beautiful, delicate young wife…

After five years in a secret relationship with my boss, Eric handed my hard work to his childhood sweetheart, Shelly. Suddenly, they were the perfect power couple. And me? Just the girl he kept hidden. He never even looked my way. So why was I still holding on? One phone call later, I was done. Time to leave—and see what else was out there.

“Choose. Choose what you want.” “Like this is some ice-cream flavour to choose?” Agatha seethed, the gun in her hands that hung limply by her side. Gustav grinned like the psycho he was, finding excitement to see his own daughter quivering in fear. “Almost the same honey. Now choose. Will you save the man you love, or yourself?” Shutting her eyes, Agatha lifted the gun up, and the next time her eyes opened, they were burning with rage. “Fuck love.” _______________________________ The Mafia world is filled with all kinds of crime and sin, committed by their very own Lords. That’s right, just the Lords. But what if the most ruthless Italian Mafia fails to have a future Lord, and instead has two Lady’s? Who will it be, Agatha Russo, the cold hearted, cruel monster that values her own life above anything, and will do anything to stay in power, or Soralina Russo, the sweet, kind hearted angel, whose only sin was to be born as the daughter of the Lord of The Cross Sword Mafia?

My chest is rising and falling rapidly while my body moves closer and closer to hers. "If he had forced himself anymore on you. Or had done anything to you, I would have lost it. I would have killed that fucking bastard. And all because you can't listen to me. And no shit right now I even feel like spanking you, for making me lose control." Those last words even shock me, this isn't anything I have done before but she makes me want it. Her breath hitches and her legs seem to clench together. Holy shit! There's no holding back anymore, my body presses hard against hers pushing her full force against the back of the elevator. My hand reaches into her hair pulling it gently making her look up at me. "You fucking like that thought don't you?", watching her gulp hard looks so damn hot. "Answer me!" ~~~~ Dean Arlington has grown up in a wealthy family with a major company. Dean is CEO of Arlington Industries at the young age of 24. 23 year old Kiara Summers has grown up in a completely different world and worked hard to get where she is today to lead a better life than she is used to. Starting a new job in an important position during the day and being her real self at night. From the first moment, Dean, who is used to having total control over everything, meets strong and feisty Kiara, a brewing storm is inevitable. Kiara isn't a woman to be controlled, driving Dean insane. From hate for each other to fiery passion. They couldn't be more different and yet the same. Both hiding their real selves, secrets, and passion. Can they overcome fears, dark secrets, and more?

"Do you feel it coming alive?" he whispered. His hand holding mine on his bulge. "If anyone sees us—" I stuttered. We weren’t alone in the house. "If you agree to be my good little stepsister—they’ll treat you with respect too." His dark eyes held a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. "I know you had a crush on me." "I—I didn’t know you were my stepbrother," I tried to explain, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. That touch! That gentle press of dominance. It was dangerous. It was temptation itself. "Then no one has to know our dirty little secret." His voice was a trap, laced with seduction. "Be my stepsister by day… and my whore by night." I had thought I was inching toward freedom. That escape was just within reach. But the noose had been tightening all along. And this time, it wasn’t fate or circumstance pulling it tight. It was the hands of my own stepbrothers. .. Lavender wanted a normal life—one where she was respected for who she was, not judged for being born from rape. But everything changed when she helped a wounded stranger– and unknowingly walked into the world of the mafia. She thought she could escape the ruthless mafia boss she saved—until she found herself in his mansion, introduced as his stepsister. When her mother made her meet her new family, Lavender’s world shattered. How could she tell her mother that her soon-to-be stepbrothers were mafia bosses, who saw her as nothing more than a pawn? Lavender is left with two choices: fight back or submit to her stepbrothers' control. But can she escape the grip of the mafia? But how can one ever escape the mafia?

After being used and discarded by Leon, the man who destroyed his youth, Jade rebuilt himself under the watchful hand of a mafia leader who owns his freedom. But when his past lover reappears through a corporate contract, and one simple hookup that should have meant nothing, turned out to have been with that same man’s brother, Jade must decide just how much the past no longer matters to him, or whether he has been given a hand with which to get full closure on the same man who put him through hell. Will he fall a second time, or will he use the hand of another to get revenge and hurt another innocent in his wake?

I hated him for being so good at playing me. At making my body crave his touch. At making me forget everything else and focus only on him. I hated that even though I was mad at him, I couldn't resist him. But I wanted to prove so badly that he didn't have me wrapped around his little finger so I spat, "Eric, stop!" Eric looked at me briefly and then pulled his hand out of my slit. He unbuckled his belt and let it hang loosely in his belt loops. Still holding my gaze with his, he unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. I shuddered and swallowed. "Say that again," he gruffed. . In an attempt to forget about her cheating boyfriend, Sapphire not only gets wasted in a nightclub but also takes part in a truth or dare game with her friends and she's dared to make out with any random guy present. She goes through with the dare – only that her pick is not just any random guy. Eric is the drop-dead hot grandson of a family of generational billionaires and also the new CEO of the company where Sapphire works at. After a heated argument between him and his mother over his refusal to get married, he goes to a nightclub to drown away his frustration. There he meets Sapphire, the perfect distraction. Their encounter leads to a mind-blowing one-night stand. And Eric is forced to enter into a one-year contract marriage with her afterwards. What starts out as a mere agreement becomes fueled by raw attraction and love for each other. But Sapphire’s new villainous mother-in-law, Eric’s philandering nature, a dark secret of the Donovans and the universe itself will threaten to break the two apart in more ways than one.

In an interview with the famous billionaire, Richard Wilson, the host asked him; "What's the one thing you regret the most?" On screen, Richard holding his mistress's hand, blurted out; "I regret the first day I allowed the thought of divorcing Flora to cross my mind." The hall went silent. Browses knitted in confusion, mouths left agape in shock. His mistress, Debby Jones flinched in embarrassment. How she wished, the ground should open up and swallow her whole. No one could believe that Richard Wilson would still choose his ex wife, Flora Blake after the embarrassment she brought to him just a month after their glamorous wedding. In a turn of events, Flora Blake was asked, "Did you ever regret cheating on your husband, just a month after your wedding? Sources had it that six years ago, you left without any form of remorse." Flora smiled, her eyes rolling between the anxious crowd and the pathetic face of the man she once took an oath to love till death. "My only regret is not cheating on him earlier than that. Like, let me say...a day after our wedding." "What?" "This woman got some shameless nerves!" "She isn't even grateful that billionaire Richard is willing to take her shitty ass back!" ***** Murmurs of different intensity filled the atmosphere. What the crowd never knew was that there's one secret of the Wilsons only known to Flora, and to protect this, they can forgive even the dirtiest crime above adultery so long as Flora will promise not to spew any word regarding such. But now that Flora's mind has toughened up over the years, is there any amount of compensation that can make her to let go of the past and embrace the undiluted love she once desired for a lifetime?

She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light. Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one—always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity. But years change people. Henry’s dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father’s death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia—never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed… until she was gone. When an arranged engagement threatened to give her to him, Henry assumed she was being forced into it and set her free. Lavinia smiled, thanked him—and walked away, taking with her the steady presence he had taken for granted. Only then did Henry begin to notice the ache. The way her absence unsettled him. The way another man’s hand on her waist ignited a heat that was not anger, but something darker, sharper, and dangerously possessive. A single night blurred the lines forever—her lips on his, soft at first, then desperate, as though she’d loved him all her life. Desire flared, undeniable. But in the morning, she was gone again. Now, with Verity back and the past colliding with the present, Henry must face the truth: he no longer loves the woman he once chased. But has he realized too late who truly held his heart all along? Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man’s reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone’s first choice—until she became the only choice.